Sometimes you have an idea and you act on it and it lives a short life and then dies. And sometimes you have an idea and you act on it, and it takes on a life of its own and becomes a thing.
There seems to be great controversy as to whether masks make a difference and who should be wearing them. I don’t know who to believe. I don’t know what to believe. What I do know is that I miss people. I miss my people. I miss spontaneity.
I have lived my entire life trying to get other people to behave a certain way. To make the decisions I think they should make. To choose the things I think they should choose. 2020 is the year I choose to stop.
It's been a couple years since I did an end of the year post, but it's time. So much happened. So much to remember. So much to celebrate.
We've been talking about it for lots of years. It finally happened. We renovated our home into a place to cultivate life.
A few thoughts on managing stress, missing rest, celebrating community and finally creating our dream home.
We’ve been together for a while now. So I know this letter will probably come as a shock. But I don’t think our relationship is good for me. I think we should spend some time apart.
Years ago I read a blog post about a date night idea which I thought was hilarious. But I knew my husband would probably never go for. I sent it to him with a note that said "we should do this sometime." Tonight ... it finally happened.
I wish someone had told me nine years ago that sometimes in marriage, you need to separate. And that doesn't mean you're giving up. Or you've failed.